…The Rest Is His Story

personal growth

  • The Book With No Last Page

    What’s a book you never finished but still think about? I finished the book. I can prove it. There is a last page. I have been there. More than once. I turned it. Closed the cover. Finished. Except the book… Continue reading

  • Apparently, I’m Unsupervised

    What’s a moment when you realized you were officially an adult? I thought becoming an adult would be obvious. Perhaps there would be paperwork. A ceremony. Someone would hand me a sensible coat, pat me on the back, and send… Continue reading

  • I Used to Collect Permission Slips

    What’s something you used to worry about but don’t anymore? My dear girl, I have found your permission slips. You left them everywhere. For decades, you kept them—little quotations, photographs of memes, verses of Scripture, scraps of encouragement saved at… Continue reading

  • A Shield, An Anchor, and An Engine

    What is your favorite quote? When I was a kid on the playground, life was simple but loud. If someone threw an insult my way, I didn’t overthink it; I just raised my shield. My go-to defense was, “I know… Continue reading

  • The Teacher Beneath My Feet

    If someone had asked me yesterday which animal I’d want to be, I probably would have answered a panda. Peaceful. Unhurried. Completely unbothered. I’ve watched them fall out of trees, tumble down hills, and lose their balance more times than… Continue reading

  • Ordinary, On Purpose

    What’s one habit that has improved your life the most? Where the sea met a rugged coastline and fog often blurred the line between sea and sky, a lighthouse keeper began each evening the same way. He climbed a narrow… Continue reading

  • Good News Looks Good on Me

    You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do? I’d blink a few times, slow — like I’m clearing fog from a windshield. I’d look around the room, searching for something out of place. My brain… Continue reading

  • The Many Souls of My Feet

    I wish I could say I have one favorite pair of shoes. But maybe the beauty is that I don’t. There isn’t just one pair.There’s one epic journey — and within it, a rotating cast. A quiet ensemble living in… Continue reading

  • This Time Forever

    I once wore strength like a heavy winter coat — a shield against seasons of survival and fear masquerading as grace. I have worn many ghosts of myself; they were echoes of the world’s demands. Now, the air has cleared.… Continue reading

  • I Don’t Have a Sentence for Your Wall — I Have a Portrait

    Someone said,“A mission should be big.”So I tried to stand taller, I lengthen my neck.I soften my eyes.I tilt my head just enoughthat my soul has room to breathe.But still I tripped over the question. I have never trusted questions… Continue reading